Post by Jason "Jay" Deering on Sept 5, 2013 22:49:55 GMT -5
Name:
Jason Alexander Deering
Age:
Seventeen
Grade:
12
Sports/Clubs:
Basketball, Football
Appearance:
Ha fuck appearances
Personality:
He has a puppy dog face but he tries to act hard, always feeling like he has to prove something to everybody, be tough, show people what he's made of, even though under all those walls, he's really soft. Jay is the type to hide any and all feelings of emotion, refusing to be vulnerable in front of anyone, bottling things up, allowing himself to be angry all the time, waiting to explode on whoever gets in his face next. He ultimately feels guilty after his outbursts, but once he snaps, he can say some of the most unforgivable things, things he won't necessarily mean, but they're hurtful to the point where he just permanently pushes people away.
ok sorry that this isn't finished I promise I'll be working on him as he gets developed
History:
Jay's father walked out on him around the time he turned three, so he doesn't have much of a recollection of who he was, how he treated him or his mother... all he knew was that he was abandoned, and his mom was left heartbroken, and he didn't realize how angry it made him until he got older, seeing as how things were tough, his mom having to work shady jobs, Jay being babysat by the neighbor's kid most nights until she'd come home, which wasn't for usually ungodly hours of the night.
Approaching his adolescent years, Jay started getting into skating, as it had become sort of the fad around there, and it also didn't hurt to have his own way of getting around without needing his mom to drive him everywhere. He started hanging around with a sort of rebellious crowd. Nothing too serious, just to the point where getting high was a regular thing. His grades started to slip, he was home less often... not that his mom really noticed, seeing as she wasn't home half the time, either. To him, he was gaining independence, learning how to take care of himself, even at just thirteen. He thought he had everything figured out, but you never have everything figured out at that age.
Jason Alexander Deering
Age:
Seventeen
Grade:
12
Sports/Clubs:
Basketball, Football
Appearance:
Ha fuck appearances
Personality:
He has a puppy dog face but he tries to act hard, always feeling like he has to prove something to everybody, be tough, show people what he's made of, even though under all those walls, he's really soft. Jay is the type to hide any and all feelings of emotion, refusing to be vulnerable in front of anyone, bottling things up, allowing himself to be angry all the time, waiting to explode on whoever gets in his face next. He ultimately feels guilty after his outbursts, but once he snaps, he can say some of the most unforgivable things, things he won't necessarily mean, but they're hurtful to the point where he just permanently pushes people away.
ok sorry that this isn't finished I promise I'll be working on him as he gets developed
History:
Jay's father walked out on him around the time he turned three, so he doesn't have much of a recollection of who he was, how he treated him or his mother... all he knew was that he was abandoned, and his mom was left heartbroken, and he didn't realize how angry it made him until he got older, seeing as how things were tough, his mom having to work shady jobs, Jay being babysat by the neighbor's kid most nights until she'd come home, which wasn't for usually ungodly hours of the night.
Approaching his adolescent years, Jay started getting into skating, as it had become sort of the fad around there, and it also didn't hurt to have his own way of getting around without needing his mom to drive him everywhere. He started hanging around with a sort of rebellious crowd. Nothing too serious, just to the point where getting high was a regular thing. His grades started to slip, he was home less often... not that his mom really noticed, seeing as she wasn't home half the time, either. To him, he was gaining independence, learning how to take care of himself, even at just thirteen. He thought he had everything figured out, but you never have everything figured out at that age.
